A nostalgic Happy Birthday to America on this July 4th holiday.
Swedish sisters, Johanna and Klara Söderberg, cover Simon and Garfunkel’s, “America”. For more information, http://www.thisisfirstaidkit.com/
A nostalgic Happy Birthday to America on this July 4th holiday.
Swedish sisters, Johanna and Klara Söderberg, cover Simon and Garfunkel’s, “America”. For more information, http://www.thisisfirstaidkit.com/
Thus I learned one of the hard lessons of life: the best way to strip the allure and dreaminess from a lifelong dream is, very often, simply to have it come true.
David James Duncan, The Brothers K
Most of us have experienced it. We fully invested in a dream only to discover in its fulfillment, that is was much, much less than we imagined.
In The Brothers K, Kincaid Chance and his siblings longed for the resurrection of their father’s pro baseball career. They spent most of their childhoods pining for it, imagining, playacting its manifestation, certain it was the answer to their family’s idiosyncrasies and dysfunctions. Once it happened, they discovered the glory of the dream quickly wore off.
To avoid wasting years nurturing unsustainable dreams, ask God to put his dreams within you. The dreams and ambitions that arise from him come from a source that is infinite…
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Some readers of Threadbare have wondered about my political stances. Others want to know my religious doctrine. My answer? Though I know society needs advocates for righteous law enactment, I don’t belong in that arena. To be honest, the ceaseless debating is white noise to me.
I’m more suited to mingling with people on the front lines of daily life. I prefer to listen to personal stories. It challenges me; it exposes my weaknesses. I discover I need more wisdom. I need improved perceptual skills to notice when somebody is hurting. I need ongoing, specific guidance from God to navigate the complex terrain of humanity.
I’m perpetually scouting for role models who can show me what noble character and exemplary behavior look like. My admiration is greatest for the person who doesn’t just discuss human rights, but who quietly helps people that others ignore. My hero is the kid who…
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John 14:18
I am a Christian, so naturally I know a lot of believers. For the first four decades of my life, the vast majority of Christians I knew were faithful attendees of churches where quiet faith was mixed with heaping portions of helping others. If they engaged in political discourse, it was apart from religion. If I compared them to people of the Bible, they were Marys and Marthas, Pauls and Peters, Sarahs and Abrahams. Sometimes, especially in times of grief and tragedy, they strongly resembled Jesus.
Over the last ten to fifteen years, the face of Christianity has changed dramatically. While many continue as they always were, a growing number are more reminiscent of pontificates or angry political commentators than followers of Christ. Declarations of condemnation are no longer disproved by many congregations, they are encouraged, expected, and applauded. Promoting very specific social and political beliefs have become synonymous with right-standing with God and proof of commitment to Him.
This growing, loud voice of American Christianity tells us we must be patriotic, pro-gun, anti-homosexuality, anti-LGBT rights, anti-abortion, anti-Muslim, and anti-immigration. If we support those civil stances, we are considered in line with the Bible. If we do not, we are in disobedience, and dismissed as heretical, new-age, liberal (it has become a bad, bad word), backslidden, or even “the anti-Christ”.
I’ll say right now, and get it over with … I am for unborn babies — I can’t get over the fact that they are … babies. And I really don’t like guns — I can’t get over the fact that guns … kill. I can easily stretch those opinions to empathize with women who have had abortions, and with responsible gun owners who would never harm a human being or non-food animal. I think the transgender bathroom thing has too many oversights in it to enact as is. The rest on the list that I’m supposed to comply with … I see nothing but harm in drawing sweeping conclusions with a broad brush.
So you see that my beliefs don’t fit tidily into any one political party. Which makes me not fit into more and more churches. That seems wrong to me. When did worship and politics become intertwined? I would give my life before I would give up God, my best friend — does that even matter, or is it “right politics” that matter?
A few days ago there was a mass killing so horrific I have yet to erase the grimace from my forehead. Already, the primary concern of this new idea of “right Christianity” is with how to react in light of the victims of that mass killing being homosexual. Gee, I thought it was about innocent human beings being slaughtered. While that’s mentioned in there somewhere, the big, big conundrum of this particular mass slaughter are the stances of their church: their pro-gun stance, anti-Muslim stance, and anti-homosexuality stance. The debate is, “How should we respond to it? What kind of statement are we making to who?”
The discussions I have heard include: “Respond in love? I need to sit down and talk to someone who is homosexual first. I don’t know one. I would like to hear how they defend their sin”. “A friend of mine has a friend whose son is gay … she said she can love the sinner but hate the sin … but it’s her son, that’s easier”. “There are degrees of sin. This one is worse than things like slander, gossip and such”. “It’s so difficult to show unconditional love to a homosexual without betraying our religion — they are clearly sinning. We will be condoning it.”
The grimace on my forehead has deepened from those discussions. A child could have reacted with authentic, heartfelt compassion a thousand times in the time it is taking those people to debate doing it.
To them I say …
It’s not difficult to extend compassion to others without bringing personal opinions into it. Just suspend what you THINK and simply CARE. It’s no different than being professional and kind at work when you’re in no mood to deal with people — you just do it, because it’s the right thing to do.
If it’s still a struggle, read the full book of Job and see how God blasted the friends of Job after they debated and judged Job — it shuts down my opinions every time.
I have been pursued by legalistic Christians with messages and emails after privately defending people I know and love who happen to be homosexual. I was told repeatedly by one man, “You should love them but let them know they are in sin. That’s what I’ve done with my sister, who supports lesbians.”
He was so certain of the correctness of his beliefs, he thought it his job to get mine in line. He barely knows me. He will never know my friends who are homosexual. Did I ask for his directives? No. Did I comply with them? No! Just …. No!
I was reprimanded by people who don’t care enough about me to listen to my point of view. They don’t know that I depend on God’s Holy Spirit to guide my words and actions. I have been treated as a disobedient child because I don’t adhere to the specific views of this growing branch of religion. As a heterosexual, the treatment I have received is off-putting and violating, to say the least — I can only imagine the degree of condemnation that homosexuals endure from similar Christians.
No wonder people who aren’t already committed believers run the other way, when the only Christians they’ve encountered make it their business to “correct” them. I would run the other way, too. Which is a terrible tragedy in itself, when people throw out the baby with the bathwater — God is tossed with the offensive Christians. They may never discover that He is nothing like those people who claimed to represent Him.
We all have to judge to make decisions in life. Why not judge people based on people’s characters and hearts, as God does? When I look to Jesus as my example, he was ever-gracious when interacting with people, even those in blatant sin like adultery (“Go, and sin no more.”), yet when he interacted with Pharisees and teachers of religious law, Jesus addressed them as “snakes”, “brood of vipers”, and “sons of Satan”. He judged them by their hearts, and publicly exposed them as hard-hearted and self-righteous.
I don’t want that to be me. So, I’m in “stay open to learning” mode on the issues that divide Christianity today.
God-loving and Bible-respecting Christians have no problem ignoring scriptures that imply acceptance of slavery, prostitution, concubines, polygamy, and stoning of sinners — they conclude those practices were “relevant only to biblical times”. Is it also possible that homosexuality is different today than it was over two thousand years ago?
My vocation exposed me to evidence of the biological and genetic changes that unarguably happen to human beings over short and long time periods. Is it possible that there have been biological changes over the millennia since the Bible was written, so that people ARE born homosexual? Isn’t that how they describe it, if we would only listen?
Isn’t it possible that homosexuality of biblical times was a volitional behavior defying God — hence the scriptures condemning their behavior — but two thousand years later, it is no longer volitional? Then isn’t it possible that those scripture passages are misapplied today? We no longer apply permissive scriptures of stoning or slavery; are we SURE we should continue to apply condemning scriptures to homosexuality?
If not, for me to judge an innocent person as “sinning” puts the wrongdoing squarely on ME. I am the one who is going to have to answer to God for how I treat my innocent fellow man. As for love, it’s not difficult at all if you respond to people’s hearts and nothing more.
First published on July 9, 2014:
I walk almost every day. It’s a habit, a need even, a bi-product of many decades of daily runs. Linear bipedal locomotion is my time for thinking. Deep thinking. For whatever reason, my focus can be so intense that it’s hard to pull out of it. One of my sons long ago took note and conceived a diagnosis for my condition: EAD. Excessive Attention Disorder.
There is no better place to let my EAD go full-blown than on a track. No distractions. No cars. No routes to be mindful of.
This summer they are bringing the local 1950’s cinder track into the twenty-first century. When it’s done, I won’t be surprised if while I’m in full-blown EAD, the springy all-weather surface converts my walking to running. Wearing running tights instead of jeans did that to me one spring day. Lost in thought, I ran a half mile before I realized I was running for the first time in months.
When the equipment is parked, and the crews have gone home, I circle. And think. And listen for God’s direction on whatever life happened to send my way that day.
Meanwhile…

The track has so far changed from cinder to dirt, to mud, back to dirt, to loose gravel, and recently to packed gravel. It took me till the packed gravel stage to surface from a day’s deep thinking and notice…
the roots.

Long, long roots forging vertical lines in the dirt. Two to three feet deep. A perfect cross section. The anatomy of grass.
Which caused me to do some deep thinking about roots. They sure are long. Much longer than I realized. No wonder lawns recover after drought, scorching heat, or subzero temps.
And they sure are vertical. Aren’t they ever tempted to change it up a bit and wander horizontally or diagonally? If my thinking habits were roots, they’d be meandering and getting tangled quite a lot. My roots may even go skyward — any good ideas up there? Any solutions over yonder?
Grass roots are so … singularly focused. Down. Deep. Where the water is. No wonder roots are used so often as metaphors in the Bible.
I believe there’s something universal in the allegory of the roots. Something for all of us, regardless of our backgrounds or beliefs. Take away the faith and cultural lenses I’m looking through, and you take away yours. When it comes to basics, I wouldn’t be surprised to see our roots run parallel.
Looking for water. Striving for stability, sustainability. Needing truths. Preferring love. Requiring hope.

Christina Grimme was shot and killed less than two days ago. A man reportedly traveled to her concert with the goal of ending her life. Some say he did it because she loved God; he committed suicide immediately after, so his deranged reasoning may remain a mystery. She was twenty-two years old. What is there to say after an event like this? Any words I might normally have had were stunned into silence by the added news of fifty more people murdered just hours ago in the same city, Orlando, Florida. Maybe thoughts will come later, but for now Christina’s far better words speak for themselves in this You Tube video.
Hebrews 6 New International Version (NIV)
6 Therefore let us move beyond the elementary teachings about Christ and be taken forward to maturity, not laying again the foundation of repentance from acts that lead to death, and of faith in God,2 instruction about cleansing rites, the laying on of hands, the resurrection of the dead, and eternal judgment.3 And God permitting, we will do so.
4 It is impossible for those who have once been enlightened, who have tasted the heavenly gift, who have shared in the Holy Spirit,5 who have tasted the goodness of the word of God and the powers of the coming age6 and who have fallen away, to be brought back to repentance. To their loss they are crucifying the Son of God all over again and subjecting him to public disgrace.7 Land that drinks in the rain often falling on it and that…
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Just after this morning’s rain, I bicycled in the countryside. The winds were gusting from the southwest, and the air was cool from the recent storm. Along one narrow road was a field of yellow blossoms, the colors in flux as the dividing clouds migrated easterly.
While I admired the sky and vivid land, a phrase came to mind — it is settled there still: Consider the lilies.
Matthew 6:28 “Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, 29 yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. 30 But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you?
33 But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his…
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What do you do with the thoughts or abilities that make you, YOU? I’m speaking of those things that are meant to be expressed— they’re intended for someone to receive them. They are your gifts, yours to give as you determine.
Is there music inside you that others want to hear? Can you produce art that people hope to see, or teach what learners are seeking? Is there love within you that someone longs for? Do you have the words that others need to hear, or the gestures for a life to be encouraged?
Those intangible, unquantifiable gifts within you are powerful. They change lives. Expressed when the time is right, they are the rudder that alters another vessel’s course.
Express them when the time is wrong, and a shipwreck can result.
Maybe that has happened to you, a shipwreck when you expressed a precious pearl of who you are…
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